Indignant newspaper correspondents continue to complain of the conduct of suburban railways. We, ourselves, find little to complain about. Trains have never yet failed to get us to our destination -- some time or other.
We sit in the carriage with nothing to do. We've done with the paper; we've read it right through. Our int'rest in passengers flickers and fails; So we hark to the song of the clattering rails. It's a rickety ride -- A rickety ride. Hope you're enjoying it, people inside. Ha! . . . . . . Ha! Surely you are, People inside, Pocket your pride! It's a rickety, rickety, Rickety ride. Poor Mr. Clapp -- Unfortunate chap! They give him a grilling Although he is willing. Intolerant drapers, Thye write to the papers, And loudly complain Concerning the train. Rickety -- Rickety! Don't be pernickety, People inside! Though it can't be denied, It's a rickety, rickety, Rickety ride. They give him a grilling. He's willing; he's willing! He's doing his best, But they give him no rest. Still, it can't be denied It's a rickety ride .... We're five seconds late! Do NOT be irate! Wait! . . . . . Wait! And bottle your hate. Pocket your pride -- Pride . . . . . Pride. It's a rickety ride. He's willing! he's willing! (Your luggage is spi;;ing), People inside, It's a rickety ride. (Don't be pernickety!) Still it's a rickety, Rickety ride, Rickety ride. Curb indignation! Obsreve toleration .... SIX seconds late! Wait! . . . . . Wait! Curn indignation! Here! This is your station.. Brrrrr -- ump! -- Bump! Now! Out you jump!
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